Chapter 6: Home [1]
But the 1 points in Batting Technique add was like fresh oiled gear in machine which was rusty.
Still he was not in a level of playing district level cricket for now he must atleast have 25 points in his batting technique .
After half an hour Amit Mother is calling him and we also stop our game as the sun was setting.
Abhinav and my house is the same way so we left together.
Abhinav threw a his arm around the shoulder of Raghav like a buddy.
"You were so cool today..man, you were, he said.
"If you play like that in the school trials next month and you will be definitely selected in the team.. all right."
The words were a like shock as someone poured cold water to Raghav.
'How can he forgot about the School trials.' 'Naturally, there is an opportunity to him to demonstrate his talent and he would have forgotten all about it. '
'During his previous life, he had applied for the school team, he thought he would get selected but he didn't make it...when he asked coach he said I don't have enough skill to be part of the team and I should try next year '
It was among event that happened that make him disappointment on himself and regrets of his youth.
His is eyes look determined as he made a promise to himself.
' But this time things will be different because I have experience of my past life cricket and also I have my system who will make me skilled enough to progress '
'Even I have a system I will work hard to not repeat the same mistake...yes from tomorrow all I have got a moth before the Selection Trial start'
'I work even harder than my past self....month..just wait I will proved that what talent mean.'
As he was thinking...they reach near there home.
He bid his farewells and went back to his 2BHK house. As he open the entrance door, the aroma of onions and garlic being fried welcomed him at the door.
He removed off his dusty sandals outside of the entrance door and announced his arrival.
"I am back ".
"So our star cricketer finally know his way back to home " his sister voice came from the living rooom.
His sister, Priya, was seated on the floor and she had textbooks all around her.
When she was sixteen, she was in the midst of her board exams, she had forgotten how big the world is and was reduced to physics formulae and history dates.
"He spends his day hitting a ball with a stick and believes that he is fit to play in the World Cup in the Indian Team."
Priya had a tendency to tease him in his first life and this irritated him.
But the 42 year old Raghav merely smiled remembering how proud she was to be taken into a good university and how she had tried hard to be a successful software engineer.
He did not view her as a disruptive sister, but an ambitious young woman on her progressive life journey.
But her life becomes hell when she get married to that man, later he hear that man started to abusive her and she died taking sleeping pills.
He stop thinking the that made he depressed..so he switched his mood and answer to her.
"Perhaps I am" he continued and even he was surprised by the amount of confidence in his own voice.
Her eyebrows twich but Priya made no further comment.
Then he greeted by his mother, Nimala, asking what she is preparing for dinner.
His mother telling him what she had prepared for dinner.
" Today ,I plan to cook steam rice, plain roti, masoor dal tadka[1] and bindi ki sabji.[2]
As she was saying her menu she noticed that Raghav body cover with dust and sweaty and she look down at her clean floor which is dirty now because of raghav.
She immediately pinch his ear .
Raghav let out a painful scream.
"Ahh..it hurt..ma..let me go.."
She angery yell at him." How many times I have to tell you..after coming from the playground..you should wash yourself first then enter home."
Raghav didn't argue with her and nod what she is saying.
"Yes..Yes."
But his 'yes' doesn't seem to work on his mother as she again give a warning.
" Ok..I will ignore your today mistake.....but if you repeat it again, ...then look at corner "
She tell me look a the conner and I turn my head side but my ear is still in her hand.
I saw a broom was placed there and I immediately understood what will be her next wording.
"As you saw that book next I will break it by beatting you next time...have you understand the consequences "
I nod to her warring and she also finally let go of ear . I rub it to relieve my pain as my ear as trun red like as a mosquito bite me.
Then I run back to take bath.
10 minutes later-----------
I came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and energetic as all his stress are gone wash away.
I sat on the chair near the dinning and mother came out from the kitchen.
She gave to drink a glass of cold water in a steel glass.
Then she asked me . " I have made some onion pakora[3] do you want eat."
As soon as he heard named pakora , his mouth filled with water. Because this is one of his favourite food and this is specially made my his mother hand which he a missed for long time.
His understood than he want to eat by looking a his expression ...so she directly went to kitchen and bring a Bowl full with onion pakora .
Then just his hand want to pick up the pakora then his mother sham away his hand . She said.
"Wash hands properly before eating anything...I don't understand why are you forgetting your manners."
He had forgotten because nobody was there to see if he was eating washing his hand or not for 10 years and it has become his habit.
Then he get up from his chair went to the basins to wash his hand.
Now getting yell from his mother made him feel like home, pure like simple life and he missed it so much.
As he was taking time in washing his and he heard his mother call from behind.
" What happened now..why taking so much time "
"I'm coming, Ma."
(AN: Maa/Ma refer to Mother in India )
(To be Continue)
[1] Simple lentil-based curry.It is typically served with jeera rice or regular rice. Masoor dal Tadka is prepared similarly to normal dal tadka in a tomato and onion-based sauce with other dry spices. It is an ideal curry that can be served with both rice and roti for lunch and dinner.
[2] Ladies finger dry curry.
[3] Pakora is a fritter originating from the Indian subcontinent. They are sold by street vendors and served in restaurants across South Asia They often consist of vegetables such as potatoes and onions, which are coated in seasoned gram flour batter and deep-fried.